My Enemy Is My Mentor Chapter 6

The voice was low and cold, with an irresistible tone.

Joseph's character is naturally such that he would never sign a master-servant contract with a human being, unless he himself is the master. Otherwise, he would never sign the contract even if he died.

Daniel saw through it, but he still put forward such a condition.

"Which one to choose?" Daniel asked, and used his big hand to pry open Joseph's mouth with a little force.

The river beaver slapped the ground with its tail, swinging it around restlessly.

"If you choose 1035," Daniel added calmly, looking at the two sharp canines on the upper jaw, "the first thing is to remember to correct my spitting habit."

"...Then I choose," Joseph extended his index finger and said vaguely, "I choose the first path."

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A quarter of an hour later, the door of the room opened.

Joseph came out of the room with his tail hanging down. The palm of his hand that had pressed the contract was still burning with pain. There was no room for regret in a contract maintained by magic. Joseph never thought that Daniel had been giving him leeway because he wanted to settle the score later.

But among those 1035 things, the first one is just to stop him from spitting, which should not be a difficult task.

Behind him, Daniel glanced at the cat's paw print on the contract and closed the book casually.

"Come downstairs for breakfast."

"There's still breakfast?" Joseph turned his head away in surprise while muttering to himself.

"I never treat my employees unfairly." Daniel walked past him and casually put the contract into his personal space. A palm-sized villa model flashed by in the space, causing Joseph to stare with wide eyes.

The space crack closed immediately. Joseph moved his ears and looked at Daniel who was walking down the stairs.

"Did you also store the space magic weapon from the Treasure Appraisal Pavilion into your personal space?"

"Um."

"That magic weapon you took should be very useful, right?" Joseph jumped onto the handrail of the stairs, slid down on it, and asked tentatively, "Are you going to use it to open up a new trading venue?"

Daniel glanced at him.

"I'm just asking."

"No," Daniel replied calmly, "I just collect it."

"fcuk, you're so proud."

Joseph bit his tail with jealousy. He went to the Treasure Appraisal Pavilion for the transaction. Saving the charmer was secondary. His ultimate goal was to get this space magic weapon, otherwise he would not have waited so long before taking action. But the space magic weapon he had spent two months trying to get was taken away by Daniel in one night, and he only kept it for collection.

It would be nice if I could steal it.

"What do you want this magic weapon for?" Daniel sat down at the dining table and asked him.

"I just like to take it, is that okay?"

Of course Joseph would not reveal too much about himself to Daniel.

He bit his tail and thought about it. It would be difficult to get the magic weapon back from Daniel. After returning, he would have to find a substitute as soon as possible to fill the gap. Otherwise, the deadline for guild applications this year would be approaching.

He jumped down from the escalator and looked at the food on the table: braised fish, tofu fish soup, dried fish, and the staple food was cat grass rice. At Daniel's end, there was only a bowl of mushroom and shredded chicken porridge.

Although he doesn't like fish, he is still very satisfied with the luxurious breakfast.

The more powerful the monster, the more it eats, which will give him the illusion that his status in this family is higher than Daniel.

"Meow." The cat's tail stood up in a good mood again.

Daniel glanced at him, wondering what he was so happy about.

However, when Daniel thought about the first time he saw Joseph causing trouble three years ago, this wild cat was still a wandering monster with no identity or background, and he suddenly understood.

Maybe it's because I'm used to being hungry and haven't eaten any good food.

"Go," Daniel instructed the person next to him, "give him two more of the same."

"Ah?" Joseph was stunned.

"Can you finish it?"

"I can finish it!" He is a powerful monster, there is nothing he can't eat.

Not sure if it was Joseph’s illusion, but there seemed to be more pity in Daniel’s eyes when he looked at him.

When Joseph sat down and concentrated on eating, he unblocked the guild members in his mind. He had not dealt with the messages transmitted by the life link all night. The moment he unblocked, hundreds of messages popped up and almost made his head explode.

"Boss, where have you been?"

"Haha, boss, we are all back, waiting for you to come back soon!"

"Boss---Boss, you are not dead, are you? Why don't you reply our message?---"

He covered his head and hissed softly, glanced at Daniel who was sitting across from him at the dining table, then picked up the bowl of bibimbap and wanted to jump off the chair and find a secluded place to reply to everyone one by one.

Without even raising his eyes, Daniel moved his fingertips and a silver chain emerged from his sleeves, binding his feet.

"Eat well."

Joseph's face changed. Last night, Daniel used this thing to drag him into the space array from dozens of meters away and teleported him here. The black market owner had all kinds of magic weapons. He struggled for a long time and had to sit back down properly.

He drew a circle around the bowl with his fingertips and sent two words to the guild.

"Alive."

He added seven more words: "Eating in a black-hearted home."

Daniel's eyes moved slightly across the table, and he seemed not to care about his little actions. But after a while, the silver chain on his ankle slowly wrapped around his calf, feeling cold, which made Joseph, who was secretly replying to the message, feel a little embarrassed.

This guy, I don't think he can see the message he is sending.

Joseph looked at him secretly, biting the spoon and trying to say: "a55hole, stingy and scoundrel."

"I bit him last night. He's a noob."

"He is a bad boy and loves to play. Sooner or later he will steal everything from his family."

As he sent messages one after another, the silver chain went up to his thigh, wrapping around his thigh flesh in circles. By the time Joseph realized something was wrong, the silver chain had already wrapped around his thigh.

He frowned uncomfortably and reached out to pull at it, but the silver chain seemed to be embedded in his flesh, sticking to it with a cold grip, preventing him from breaking free.

What the hell.

Across the table, Daniel had finished eating and put down his bowl, glancing at him indifferently.

"This is my life-defining magic weapon. It can see through the hostility of the imprisoned person towards me and automatically respond according to the degree of the hostility."

"No, how can your magic weapon be so rude?" Joseph's eyes widened. "It clung to my thigh and refused to let go, and you didn't do anything about it."

"That depends on what you were thinking just now," Daniel stood up after wiping his lips, looking at him with a half-smile, "The last person imprisoned by it was chopped into pieces, and died without a complete body. You should be thankful that your malice only goes so far."

"Your father, you didn't do this on purpose---" Joseph wanted to get up and chase Daniel, but fell to the ground with a "bang", and felt that the silver chain was even more uncomfortable.

No, no, you can't curse this guy behind his back. You can't curse him.

Joseph took a deep breath and relaxed himself, and sure enough, the silver chain loosened a little.

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However, when Daniel came back with the documents, Joseph was already rolling on the ground holding the silver chain and biting it. The silver chain was like a bitten ball of wool, entangled all over his body and around his neck, and one end of the silver chain was still teasing Joseph. Joseph's ears and tail also popped out, and he kept fighting.

Daniel raised his brows slightly and threw the document on the table.

"come back."

With a "whoosh", the silver chain returned to Daniel's wrist, followed by a sharp cat cry. Joseph also pounced over, holding the silver chain on his wrist and biting it relentlessly. Daniel raised his hand to push his head away, but he licked and bit him even harder.

His wrist felt itchy and numb, with a wet heat. He pushed his palm open with his nose and sniffed it affectionately. Daniel's eyes moved and he raised his palm. Joseph stood on tiptoe and bit it even more happily.

He didn't raise his head until he had enough fun, gurgling in his throat, his blue pupils staring at Daniel with interest. Daniel patted his head, motioning for him to be normal.

"Meow."

"Got it. I'll play with you next time."

Joseph then shook his head and closed his ears in satisfaction, but he felt that things shouldn't be going this way.

"Take a look at this file. This is the second thing you need to do," Daniel handed him the file and placed the photo on the table. "Last night's noise was too loud. I'm afraid they have guessed that it was me. Kill him and come back to see me."

"Oh, OK." Joseph took the file and opened it. It was a file of an appraiser. He glanced at the photos on the table and was suddenly stunned.

This person looks somewhat familiar.

Isn't this the treasure appraiser who locked him in a cage and used electric current to force him to change his shape?

Joseph raised his head to look at Daniel. Daniel's expression was very calm and there was nothing unusual about him. He lowered his head again, whistled, and put the file into his pocket.

Well, it should be just a coincidence. Daniel is a person who will not do anything without profit, so he will not waste an opportunity to help him take revenge. What's more, the status of this treasure appraiser is not low, and it is hard to say whether he can come back alive if he goes alone.

"You too, aren't you afraid that I won't finish the second task?"

"Can't you kill this guy?"

"I can kill him, of course I can," Joseph patted his but.t and stood up, "But Daniel, if I really help you complete these 1,035 things, can you promise me one more thing?"

"You're getting more demanding." Daniel picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of tea.

"I didn't want to agree to either of the two options you mentioned, because I need your help," Joseph said, grabbing the teacup. "But if I can really do everything you asked, Daniel, I want to exchange this for a message."

Daniel glanced at him.

"Do you know what I've been looking for in your place for the past three years? I want to know where my brother was sold to and which demon catcher he signed the contract with," Joseph said. "The contract book was burned at the beginning. Yes, you said that even if you are the black market owner, you can't find the demon catcher's file. But if you really look hard, you can always find some clues, right?"

"It's been so long, and you still want to investigate your brother?"

"I will never give up," Joseph looked at Daniel, "Mr. Lu, even if you can find out just a few words, it will definitely be better than me looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Just a few words?" Daniel repeated slowly, taking the teacup back from Joseph.

An ordinary low-level monster would only be mentioned briefly in the black market's contract book, leaving no trace at all. If he had not happened to see Joseph being caught for causing trouble, he would not have given Joseph a chance to look through the contract book, not to mention that the contract book had fallen into the fire and a corner of it was burned.

Thousands of low-level monsters are signed out of the black market every day. Now that three years have passed, it is even more difficult to find any information about them.

If the one missing was Joseph, he might have turned over the entire black market for a thorough investigation, but it was just an ordinary low-level monster. Daniel stroked the rim of the teacup with an indifferent look.

"Daniel, aren't you curious about what I want the space artifact for?" Joseph looked at Daniel, saw his refusal, and finally chose to speak, "In the past few years, I have established a guild."

Daniel raised his eyes indifferently.

"It's called the Anti-Wandering Monster Alliance Guild. It's an organization established specifically for low-level monsters. It gathers wandering monsters that have been abused and abandoned by human monster catchers after signing a master-servant contract."

"Anti-wandering monster alliance guild."

"yes."

"It sounds like a no-name guild." Daniel tapped his fingers on the table. He remembered that this name had never appeared on the list in previous years. Any organization that did not get the certification of the Federation would not be recognized. The conditions for applying for a formal guild were also extremely strict, and it was difficult for ordinary forces to achieve them.

"Don't you think you are fanciful?" Daniel sneered.

"But I only need a powerful space magic weapon to open up the territory, and then I meet all the requirements for applying to establish a formal guild," Joseph said firmly, "Daniel, I want to establish this guild not only for myself, do you know?"

"You want to find your brother through a group of low-level monsters?"

"No, I established this guild to let all the high-ranking monster catchers like you see the existence of us low-level monsters," Joseph looked up and stared at Daniel, "You are the lord of the black market, but when you thought you only burned a corner of the contract book, I lost my brother."

This is because all the people in the world, all the powerful monster catchers, would not care about a low-level monster. The concept of this world is that weak monsters can be contracted and treated at will.

Daniel was the same. Although he was quite nice to Joseph, his deep-seated ideas still existed. How could a black market owner not know the fate of the monsters he contracted out?

I just don't care.

Daniel leaned against the table, tapping it absentmindedly with his knuckles, as if he was thinking about something.

"Do you really want to find your brother?"

"think."

"Then sign a contract with me," Daniel stopped tapping and looked at him, "and I will agree to it."

With a "bang", Joseph resisted the urge to beat Daniel, grabbed the photo on the table, turned around and strode towards the door.

At the dining table, Daniel's eyes were somewhat deep.

It was just a test, but this wild cat seemed to be angry.